A TRIP BACK IN TIME/ Beauty Reals
“You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it’s all right.” Maya Angelou
Took a trip back in time.
Sat on the bluestone steps of my childhood home,
perched on the rock my father last touched,
had a moment of silence for my formative years,
looked puberty in its face,
twirled on a baseball field in memory of the broken-hearted girl,
paid homage to a former cheerleader,
said hello to a long lost tiger,
then posed in front of a castle/my intermediate school where I separated from the crowd, and found my voice.